He finds himself lost in another world; far beyond the reaches of his volcanic home, trapezing about in places unknown without any thought to consequences or what might lurk in the depths of the forest’s shadows. He almost finds the forest preferable than the pile of ash that he knew as Tephra, where the days are far too long (and dull!) and the nights are filled with angry dreams that he won’t admit manifest from his longing for complacency.
Skandar and his sister - though loved - were only burdens to the family they had been born into. This has never been spoken aloud, of course, but the young colt could feel the difference. The galaxy strewn boy and his feline sister were so out of place between the myriad of feathers, blue, and leopard print - even without words he knew that they were not wanted.
So there was no love lost when he had snuck out beneath the depths of twilight, ready to make his own way in the world of Beqanna.
It is the sound of the satisfying crunch beneath her hooves that alerts him to another presence. His dark blue ears fall into the short orange and purple of his mane, those piercing violet eyes roving the silent, autumnal wood. A faint buzzing sound accompanies the slow-burning red that forms in his irises, growing ever stronger with each passing second.
Of course, until she comes into his view.
With a single toss of his head upwards, the bright glowing red of his eyes vanishes in a blink, replaced with those unusual purple that matches his swirled skin. She is harmless, he decides rather quickly but finds himself curiously lingering on the gently bouncing lights that hover around her obsidian body.
Skandar comes towards her, his neck outstretched so that his indigo muzzle might bump against the gently floating lights. Then, with a grin as he realizes what they are, he quietly announces to her: “Ah, fireflies.” As if she didn’t already know. His eyes fall to meet hers, still grinning.
“I’m Skandar.”
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@[Avelina]